This poem reflects on a photograph taken forty years ago, where two young friends stand frozen in time.

While life has aged them and carried them across distant roads, the picture preserves their youthful bond forever.

It celebrates memory, friendship, and the quiet miracle of a moment that never
grows old

# We Still Live in That Frame #

In a wash of silver, soft and gray,
Two friends stand in the light of day;
With shirts as bright as morning sky,
And careless dreams in either eye.

One hand rests light on a friend’s frame,
Before the years had changed their name;
A silent promise in that stay,
Before the tides could pull away.

The flowers in that painted vase
Are locked forever in that place;
They do not wilt, they do not die,
Beneath that still, unchanging sky.

Outside, the hair has turned to white,
And time has swallowed day and night;
The roads you walked were long and wide,
With only memories as your guide.

Yet memories are gentle things—
They never age, they only sing;
Of how the sunlight kissed your face
In that long-forgotten, tender place.

Forty years have come and gone
Since flashed that lens one quiet dawn;
But look again—the heart knows best,
It greets the past, a festal guest.

For time may steal and years may flee,
And life may drift like restless sea—
Still here within this captured view,
Lives the friendship we always knew

(Vijay Verma)
www.retiredkalam.com

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